One-Shot: A Little Fall of Rain
Title: A Little Fall of Rain
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13...leaning towards PG.
Warnings: One-sided slash, character death. Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter...well, let's just say that it wouldn't be subtext anymore.
Author's Note: A baby ficlet (incidentally, my first) inspired by the song "A Little Fall of Rain" from the musical Les Miserables.
Summary: "You're here...that's all I need to know."
The spells are flying so fast in the heat of battle that later, no one will able to recall exactly who had hit him or what spell had been used.
At that moment, though, it doesn’t matter. Harry sees Draco fall, and there is blood - more blood than can possibly be contained in Draco’s slim body, Harry thinks.
Draco sees Harry running toward him, tossing Death Eaters aside wordlessly and as easily as if they were flies, and is glad that he had taken Snape’s advice and gone to the black-haired Gryffindor after the turmoil of Dumbledore’s death had begun to settle.
He hadn’t expected much, at first. To tell the truth, he hadn’t expected much more than a flash of green light the moment the door of Number Four, Privet Drive had opened. But Harry wasn’t - isn’t - like that. Not like that at all.
Draco thinks that it was upon realizing this that he began to love Harry, at least a little. The rest came later, in the months of confinement to Grimmauld Place, when Harry and Draco gradually formed a friendship that lasted through the subsequent three years of war. In that period of time, their bond had weathered just about everything imaginable - Death Eater raids, his father’s part in the kidnapping and torture of Ron Weasely, and even the dreaded moment when Harry had been forced to tell the other two-thirds of the Golden Trio, and then the Order.
Harry has reached Draco now, and there are tears in his eyes as he gathers Draco’s body gently into his arms. He has seen people dying before; he knows what it looks like. Knows he cannot help his friend. Draco reaches a hand up to brush away the stray tear that escapes from the green eyes, and in this moment he is happy. But Harry is sad. Harry shouldn’t be sad.
“Don’t cry, Harry. It doesn’t hurt, you know.” Draco can see that Harry doesn’t believe him, and now he is a little sad, too.
“Oh God, Draco…I’m so sorry.” Harry’s tears are flowing freely now, and he tries in vain to stop them from falling on the young man in his arms. Draco smiles as much as he can.
“It’s okay, Harry. A little rain isn’t going to hurt me now.” Harry tries to smile at this, but fails miserably.
“Is…is there anything, Draco? Before…” he can’t finish, but Draco understands.
“Just hold me, please. You’re so warm…” trailing off, Draco takes a breath and winces when it rattles in his chest. He lets his eyes drift close, aware of what is coming. And really, he’s okay with it. As long as Harry is here, holding him. For the first and last time.
“Draco...”
“Yes, Harry?”
“I love you.”
“I know.” But not the same way I love you, Draco thinks. Never the same way, now.
And Draco moves his head so that it’s nestled in the crook of his love’s arm and smiles, happy to have finally gotten his wish to be here, with Him.
And then Draco is no more.
Harry presses a gentle kiss to his friend's forehead and slowly lowers him to the ground.
Don't you fret...
I don't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now
You're here, that's all I need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow.
Just hold me now, and let it be.
Shelter me, comfort me
The rain can't hurt me now
This rain will wash away what's past
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
I'll sleep in your embrace at last.
~A Little Fall of Rain (Les Miserables)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13...leaning towards PG.
Warnings: One-sided slash, character death. Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter...well, let's just say that it wouldn't be subtext anymore.
Author's Note: A baby ficlet (incidentally, my first) inspired by the song "A Little Fall of Rain" from the musical Les Miserables.
Summary: "You're here...that's all I need to know."
The spells are flying so fast in the heat of battle that later, no one will able to recall exactly who had hit him or what spell had been used.
At that moment, though, it doesn’t matter. Harry sees Draco fall, and there is blood - more blood than can possibly be contained in Draco’s slim body, Harry thinks.
Draco sees Harry running toward him, tossing Death Eaters aside wordlessly and as easily as if they were flies, and is glad that he had taken Snape’s advice and gone to the black-haired Gryffindor after the turmoil of Dumbledore’s death had begun to settle.
He hadn’t expected much, at first. To tell the truth, he hadn’t expected much more than a flash of green light the moment the door of Number Four, Privet Drive had opened. But Harry wasn’t - isn’t - like that. Not like that at all.
Draco thinks that it was upon realizing this that he began to love Harry, at least a little. The rest came later, in the months of confinement to Grimmauld Place, when Harry and Draco gradually formed a friendship that lasted through the subsequent three years of war. In that period of time, their bond had weathered just about everything imaginable - Death Eater raids, his father’s part in the kidnapping and torture of Ron Weasely, and even the dreaded moment when Harry had been forced to tell the other two-thirds of the Golden Trio, and then the Order.
Harry has reached Draco now, and there are tears in his eyes as he gathers Draco’s body gently into his arms. He has seen people dying before; he knows what it looks like. Knows he cannot help his friend. Draco reaches a hand up to brush away the stray tear that escapes from the green eyes, and in this moment he is happy. But Harry is sad. Harry shouldn’t be sad.
“Don’t cry, Harry. It doesn’t hurt, you know.” Draco can see that Harry doesn’t believe him, and now he is a little sad, too.
“Oh God, Draco…I’m so sorry.” Harry’s tears are flowing freely now, and he tries in vain to stop them from falling on the young man in his arms. Draco smiles as much as he can.
“It’s okay, Harry. A little rain isn’t going to hurt me now.” Harry tries to smile at this, but fails miserably.
“Is…is there anything, Draco? Before…” he can’t finish, but Draco understands.
“Just hold me, please. You’re so warm…” trailing off, Draco takes a breath and winces when it rattles in his chest. He lets his eyes drift close, aware of what is coming. And really, he’s okay with it. As long as Harry is here, holding him. For the first and last time.
“Draco...”
“Yes, Harry?”
“I love you.”
“I know.” But not the same way I love you, Draco thinks. Never the same way, now.
And Draco moves his head so that it’s nestled in the crook of his love’s arm and smiles, happy to have finally gotten his wish to be here, with Him.
And then Draco is no more.
Harry presses a gentle kiss to his friend's forehead and slowly lowers him to the ground.
Don't you fret...
I don't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now
You're here, that's all I need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow.
Just hold me now, and let it be.
Shelter me, comfort me
The rain can't hurt me now
This rain will wash away what's past
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
I'll sleep in your embrace at last.
~A Little Fall of Rain (Les Miserables)